Take all of your fingers, And all of your toes, Weave them together, And count with your nose

And here am-I showing where the wind goes!

I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?

I can be super and thousands tune in. But I'm usually in your cupboard, And when you drop me I break, to much chagrin.

My double is two away from me What am I?